Ill
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Post by Ill on Jul 8, 2012 1:06:59 GMT -5
Ill moved along the blackened street as quietly as he could with his leather cowboy boots, which was nothing less than the clocking of heavy heels scuffing the pavement. He brought a glass bottle to his lips and tilted his head back, draining out the last of his whiskey before finally being satisfied at how empty the bottle really was; he then paused in his walk, carefully setting the bottle down with a click on the sidewalk so that no cars would be damaged by it on the street. He then straightened, blinking nonplussedly at the scenery about him while absent-mindedly scratching at the inside of his left arm. "Wow, what a creepy night," he murmured to himself.
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Whistler
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Post by Whistler on Jul 8, 2012 1:11:30 GMT -5
"I'll second that," Said a calm, slightly British voice from around the corner as a figure stepped into the light. He had a long shotgun slung around his shoulder nonchalantly and he held an empty bottle in his own hand. Following the stranger, he placed it on the sidewalk carefully, it making a quiet clink as the glass hit the pavement. "I used to like creepy nights, back when I was young. I thought liking creepy nights would make me different. That wasn't the case," The figure laughed, his hair shining in the light. "Where's your drinking buddy?" He asked, thrusting his hands into the pockets of his loose-fitting jeans. "Where's MY drinking buddy?" He posed, scratching his head slightly. "Well, I'll be yours if you drive me home," He joked rather lamely. "Sorry, I kinda just... up and came out of nowhere." He took a few steps forward nonchalantly. "If you'd rather be alone, I know that sometimes the bottle can be a man's best friend," He said lightly.
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Ill
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Post by Ill on Jul 8, 2012 1:21:16 GMT -5
The man was slightly taken aback at the abruptness at how the stranger appeared, but calmed down just as quickly, subconsciously taking his fingers away from where they idly scratched at his arm. "Oh, nah, nah man, it's whatever. I wasn't really looking for solitude, it just kind of...happened." Ill smiled his wide, white-toothed smile at the stranger, not even knowing whether or not he was trustworthy before taking the chance to strike up a conversation...like it or not, Ill was a very social creature, and he was getting tired of wandering around the back alleys without another person to speak with. "Well, I guess it's true; wandering souls have to collide at some point." He approached the stranger the rest of the way, light sliding across the slightly convex lenses of his sunglasses as he offered his silver-ringed hand. "I'm Ill. I don't think we've met. 'Course, I kind of suck at remembering faces, so forgive me if I'm wrong."
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Whistler
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Post by Whistler on Jul 8, 2012 1:25:17 GMT -5
"I do, too, so it's all good," The stranger joked, shaking Ill's hand firmly. "Whistler," He replied with his own smile, though his teeth were a bit less white. "So... I don't mean to sound like a total douche, but what's your REAL name?" He asked, trying to have a more curious tone than one of demanding. His pose relaxed just a bit more, maybe telling the guy that he didn't know him, but he wasn't about to up and attack him.
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Ill
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Post by Ill on Jul 8, 2012 1:31:54 GMT -5
"William," Ill answered easily, understanding the question just fine; he wasn't asked for his real name a lot now that he'd changed countries, but whenever the question did come up it was always a breath of fresh air. It was nice to know that some people still kept on their toes and didn't just hear a name like "Ill" and simply move on like fools. He then pulled a carton of cigarettes from within his jacket's folds, sliding out a solitary one and tilting the box so that it was accessible to Whistler. "Whistler, huh? Excuse me for poking, but now that you know I'm William, mind if I ask what's on your birth certificate?"
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Whistler
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Post by Whistler on Jul 8, 2012 1:39:14 GMT -5
Whistler chuckled. "Just Whistler Welles," He replied, taking the cigarette gratefully and putting the end to his thin lips. "It seems kinda silly, since it neither sounds like an English name nor a HUMAN name, at that," He reached into one of his shirt pockets and withdrew his own lighter, flicking it to life before holding it over to light Ill's cigarette. "If you can think of a more convenient nickname, though, don't hesitate to call me it. Unless it has something to do with degrading my ravishing looks," He laughed. Well, this was nice. He hadn't expected on running into anyone here, much less anyone who was willing to talk and share a cigarette on a lonely sidewalk in the dead of night.
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Ill
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Post by Ill on Jul 8, 2012 1:47:25 GMT -5
Ill let out a slight 'mph' noise from around his cigarette, either in thanks for having his smoke lit or in slight disapproval for the failure of his question. Once a fire was smouldering at the end of the piece, he breathed out smoke, then frowned. "That awkward moment when you ask someone for their real name, then it turns out that that WAS their real name and you sound like the asshole." He leaned against the wall with a loose armature, careful not to knock over the bottle he had placed there. "Sorry about that, Whistler. Didn't mean to sound like an asshole or anything."
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Whistler
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Post by Whistler on Jul 8, 2012 1:53:04 GMT -5
Whistler laughed at both of Ill's statements before waving his hand dismissively. "It's fine, I get that a lot. Not in the negative way, of course," He smiled, lighting his own cigarette before stowing the lighter back in his pocket. Smoke billowed out of his nose and he leaned against the wall too, pausing for a moment before reaching back with his free hand and adjusting the shotgun on his back. "So it's my turn. Usually, 'will' is a more typical nickname for 'William' than 'Ill'. So... what's the story?" He looked sideways at Ill, his eyes lidded, but still giving the air that he actually gives a crap.
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Post by Wendi on Jul 8, 2012 2:05:29 GMT -5
Wendi walked up worried but serious about her choice she was about to make. She had been listening from around the street for awhile now, feeling the vibrations of there movement. She knew that with one wrong move she would be dead. Wendi continued forward, knowing what she had to do. Her fear was waving around in the pit of her gut. It made her feel sick, but not just physically. She was slightly horrified with what she was about to do. She walked up to the men keeping her fair distance. She took a deep breath and began to speak slowly. "I..I have some good information of the pack. Information for tracking them down. I will give it to you without a struggle if I can make a deal with you. Does this sound okay with you?" Wendi began to shake a little with fear of a bad response.
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Ill
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Post by Ill on Jul 8, 2012 2:15:56 GMT -5
But surely Wendi was prepared to know that she had actually had a sense attuned to her from the very millisecond she stepped from the shadows. As she took a wary step toward where they casually chatted, Ill's eye snapped to her from its corner, training to her and following her movements up until she came to a stop. He took a deep breath of his cigarette, then turned to her like the rotating top of a tank, exhaling the smoke toward Wendi. "... I don't usually make deals with the likes of you, wolf. And you happened to come in at a pretty bad time; you see, I just got asked a question. Your intruding means that our conversation has been braked to a violent end." Ill's eyes flicked sideways to Whistler. "I dunno about you, Whistler, but I could use a new rug in my apartment."
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Whistler
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Post by Whistler on Jul 8, 2012 2:21:20 GMT -5
Whistler inhaled smoke from his cigarette and glanced over at the newcomer. His nostrils flared slightly and he took the stick from his lips, smoke flowing out of his mouth nonchalantly. "But that one's so scrawny," He said, reaching to for the pistol in his holster and withdrawing it. He pulled the catch back and clicked it into place, keeping it pointed up. "Alright, make it fast," His blue eyes glimmered in the light as he turned his head to face the she-wolf.
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Post by Wendi on Jul 8, 2012 2:34:24 GMT -5
Shutters back a little but quickly gets a hold on herself. Takes another deep breath and shakes a little out of the nervousness brought to her from just being there. "Thank you, Thank you. Okay, well, umm, you see. The Pack moves around a lot, I know it must be hard to track them down you see. But I have their vibrations in my head. I know where they are, and I will always be able to keep a hold on them. I can help you, I know you don't need me and I know you could kill me now. But all I ask for my help in your hunt, is protection. It's getting bad out there. There are Vampires here too and I don't want to die. So please, I beg you. Protect me, protect me and I will get you those wolves and the money I know you must need." Wendie took another deep breath and let it out. She shook a little hoping that she would be okay. Just hoping that they would except her. That was all she wanted.
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Ill
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Post by Ill on Jul 8, 2012 2:49:20 GMT -5
"So you're selling us information on your own kind because you want the cheapest life insurance policy you can get? Well, I've got news for you, we aren't guard dogs." Ill's eyes hardened as they shifted back to glare at her, and his hand twitched ever so slightly, confident that he could have a pistol drawn and shooting in seconds flat. "Are you honestly expecting us to take a traitor and then serve protection to them just because they had the balls to betray their own species?"
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Whistler
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Post by Whistler on Jul 8, 2012 2:59:40 GMT -5
Whistler remained more relaxed than his fellow counterpart, though he tapped Ill on the shoulder with his own pistol. "Don't even bother; I get to shoot her," He said, getting off the wall and turning the rest of his body before flicking his cigarette butt onto the ground. He put the cinder out with his foot and kept his pistol held in his hand tightly. "Guy's got a point, though," He said. "How do we know you're telling the truth? How do we know you're not totally more loyal than your off-setting personality claims?" He said before pausing and scratching the back of his head with the barrel of the pistol. "Meeehhhh... I can also see where she's coming from, bro," He said. "As they say, 'the enemy of my enemy is my friend', and I don't like no vampires, either," He said, his eyebrows furrowing slightly as he looked over to Ill. "Okay, before you answer, here's MY offer; I'll personally protect you from everyone and everything - this gun-crazy lunatic included-" He joked, pointing the pistol at Ill briefly. "-And I'll believe your... vibrations IF I get some form of compensation. And I mean if I find out you're lying, if I find out that this was a trick..." He took a step forward and pointed the pistol squarely at the girl's forehead. "I'll tear your skin from your body and throw you to the vampires." He quirked an eyebrow before relaxing and lowering his gun. "But that's just MY offer, and it's mostly because you're just... too scrawny. Why are you so small?" He whined.
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Post by Wendi on Jul 8, 2012 3:41:06 GMT -5
Wendi released a sigh of slight hope. She was still afraid for her life, but she knew now that if she were to die I would be because of her own ignorance. Not some hunters that want to kill any wolf they see. She knew now that they weren't killing machines, like the demons in the forest. She knew that her chances of life were so high now. Why would the vampires try and go right for her? And she spent time with the pack. She knew their powers and she knew that they could be killed. "Thank you so much." She bowed her head. "My name is Wendi, of course at this point, with your protection and all, you can call me whatever you want to. I promise, If you don't want me to I won't even turn into a wolf. There isn't much I can do, but I was raised as a hunter. I know I'm at least good at that, and if it means I have to kill other wolves to save my own....I will. But I want you to know I'm not a coward. I have my reasons why I need to survive. And that pack will do nothing for each other. They don't trust me, they never did. So thank you for your trust. How little it might be." She looked down and thought about the possible future and knew this was the best thing to do. She knew these two hunters were her best chance at survival.
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Ill
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Post by Ill on Jul 9, 2012 0:01:18 GMT -5
Ill gave his counterpart a skeptically quirked eyebrow, but figured that if this hunter trusted what the girl was saying, she had to be trustworthy at least to some degree. Besides, what kind of idiot would walk up to two of the most dangerous guys in town only to seal her fate as being a liar? "... Fine, fine, I guess I'll toast to it," Ill said nonchalantly, if not sounding a little bitter about being restrained from his prize money as he slowly relaxed his shoulders. "If you're telling the truth, I don't see a problem with it. But if you're just trying to get away from a battle you're not cut out for, then I'll watch as Whistler skins you, and make you hope the vampires get to you before I have the chance to burn out what life you have left." He then casually resumed smoking, now appearing just as he did before when he and Whistler were conversing. "Now, answers. I want them, if you don't mind. Or did you want to meet the team first? If so..." He angled his chin upwards and glanced at her rather coldly. "I'm Ill, and I usually kill things like you."
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Whistler
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Post by Whistler on Jul 9, 2012 1:03:28 GMT -5
Whistler returned his partner's eyebrow quirk with a grin and looked back at the one called Wendi as Ill introduced himself. "And I'm Whistler; I usually kill things like you, too," He tried to act more nonchalant than Ill, pushing his hair back as he spoke. "So when are you gonna sell out your pack?" He asked before adding, "Then again, answer his questions, first," He motioned his head toward Ill. "He seems like the impatient type," He joked.
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